Vandemonium and CreativityTakesCourage
Welcome to our collection of Short Stories and Politically Incorrect Humour
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I shushed Michael to silence when I saw my home number come up as the incoming caller on my cell and lay back near naked on our hotel room bed. He gave me a little-boy-denied-a-sweetie look.
“Dave, darling, I was just about to ring you. I got into bed and just had to hear your voice again before I went to sleep.” Read More …
But then as I lay there the ceiling light seemed to penetrate my chest, accusing me and forcing my focus inward. I questioned my own behavior. Why, after all the emotional slaps in the face Molly had dished out, was I still here? I’d had my suspicions, four years’ worth, confirmed. Physical or emotional, did it really matter what type of affair they’d been having? Read More …
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Dave and Rebecca Brown, a couple married twelve years, were an hour and a half into their first tripartite, court ordered counselling session. Dave was only attending due to the strong insistence of his lawyer. Post nuptial agreements were a relatively new phenomenon in the legal system and Dave’s lawyer wanted every ‘i’ dotted and ‘t’ crossed. The previous ninety minutes had been dominated by talk between the counsellor and Rebecca, with Dave sitting, tight lipped, notebook and pen in hand. Periodically, he scribbled something on the pad. Read More …
Susan Smith, Susie to her friends, picked up her bag of purchases from the passenger side of the car, shut the door, and headed to go inside through the internal door in the garage to the house. Just as she reached it she looked back, in thought. Read More …
“Hi, Jenny, thanks for coming. I…, I need a friend right now.”
“That’s fine, Mum, exams aren’t for another month yet.” Read More …
“Oh my god, darling. I’d no idea that I’d hit you so hard. How bad is it?” Read More …
IF YOU KNOW how to, all the technology available to the average Josie in the twenty-first century makes private investigators and high-priced surveillance equipment somewhat redundant, especially if your husband, like mine, still lives in the twentieth. Read More …
Hello, it’s me
I was wondering if after all these years you’d like to meet
To go over everything
They say that time’s supposed to heal ya
But I ain’t done much healing Read More …
JUST AS ANNABELLE suspected, Phillip didn’t relinquish the mic. Would he forgive or condemn? Read More …
WENDY LOOKED AROUND the room at all the old familiar faces, trying to find some inner peace. That place that made her feel safe, but it was proving elusive. Read More …